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2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin!

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

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SAW One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood;

Who fixed s languid eyes on me,
As near the cross I stood.

2 Sure, never, till my latest breath,
Can I forget that look:

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It seem'd to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.

8 Alas. I knew not what I did

But now my tears are vain;

Where shall my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord have slain!

4 A second look He gave, that said,
"I freely all forgive:

This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou may'st live."

5 Thus while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too!

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SACRED Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weigh'd down!

Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, Thine only crown!
O sacred Head, what glory,

What bliss, till now, was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.

2 How art Thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!
Thy grief and Thy comp sion
Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.

3 What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end!

Lord, make me Thine for ever,
Nor let me faithless prove;

Oh, let me never, never
Abuse such dying love!

4 Forbid that I should leave Thee;
O Jesus, leave not me;

By faith I would receive Thee;
Thy blood can make me free;
When strength and comfort languish,
And I must hence depart,
Release me then from anguish,
By Thine own wounded heart.

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EHOLD th' amazing sight,
The Saviour lifted high!
Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony!

2 For whom, for whom, my heart,

Were all these sorrows borne?

Why did He feel that piercing smart,
And meet that various scorn?

3 For love of us He bled,

And all in torture died;

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'Twas love that bow'd His fainting head, And oped His gushing side.

4 In sympathy of love

Let all the earth combine;

And, drawn by cords so gentle, prove
The energy divine.

5 In Him our hearts unite,

Nor share His griefs alone,

But from His cross pursue their flight
To His triumphant throne.

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TRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted,”
See Him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 't is He, 'tis He!
'Tis the long-expected Prophet,
David's Son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:

'T is a true and faithful word.

2 Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,
Was there ever grief like His?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting His distress:

Many hands were raised to wound Him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced Him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.

3 Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great;
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the sacrifice appointed!

See Who bears the awful load;
Son of man, and Son of God.

4 Here we have a firm foundation;
Here's the refuge of the lost;
Christ's the Rock of our salvation:
His the name of which we boast:
Lamb of God for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!

None shall ever be confounded

Who on Him their hope have built.


N the cross of Christ I glory,

All the light of sacred story

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Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the cross forsake me:
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the cross the radiance streaming,
Adds new lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

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OW condescending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!


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Our mis'ry reach'd His heavenly mind,
And pity brought Him down.

2 This was compassion like a God,
That when the Saviour knew

The price of pardon was His blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

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